nice combo this after a couple of reads. kinda jekyll and hyde-ish. like after the inebriation the character woke up and spit everything that was being felt about this writing/producing game he's caught (not) up in. make sense?
i like this part for style:
"i am tired i have worn myself out i do not care to... i do not care... i do not... i do...
i do
i do wish that passion wasn't so fleeting that love wasn't so misleading that the words i spill are worth reading
and whenever i wake up i'm gonna stop drinkin'
maybe."
last part made me laugh
i hear this loud and clear:
"in this tornament of an existance setiment pediment deep against time and gust winds time and again i win"
that was the wake up part.
peace,
n.
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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz